Eve's pace increased, chasing the building pressure. When Damon's thumb found her clit and circled it with perfect pressure, she came apart completely.
This orgasm was different....slower, deeper, rolling through her in waves that seemed endless. Damon groaned and followed her over, and Eve collapsed against his chest.
"Can't," she managed weakly. "Can't take any more."
"Yes you can," Silas said, and there was dark promise in his voice. "We're not done with you yet."
They took her two more times, once with Silas slow and thorough and devastating, once with all three of them working in coordination until she was sobbing with overstimulation and pleasure.
By the time they finally let her rest, Eve was boneless and thoroughly satisfied and convinced she'd never move again.
"Sleep," Damian murmured, pulling a blanket over all of them. "Tomorrow's the formal session. You need rest."
But Eve was already drifting, wrapped in warmth and safety and absolute love.
